At the request of Elder Nanfeng, Huo Ling'er told him about the relationship between himself and Nangong Xiang, as well as the grievances of thousands of years ago. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Affected by Ji Xuanyuan's powerful life magnetic field, not long after his Xi Mu Spirit Bead drifted down the river, the Yuan Shen formed a smoke-like shape and carried human consciousness.

At the beginning, the world outside the spirit bead came into his eyes, although it was novel, but because it was full of water, he knew the danger, so he didn't dare to enter. But after waking up from a beautiful dream, he learned that in addition to the river, there was a more beautiful world that he could actually touch, called land.

Despite the known existence of land, what the eye can see is always turbid, and there is no boundary flow of water in sight. He was fascinated by the beautiful scenery in his dreams, and his heart, which had been happy and contented, gave birth to sorrow, hoping that this boring drifting would come to an end soon.

This sorrow was so worried that he couldn't sleep anymore, so he only leaned against the bead wall in a daze, daydreaming stupidly. His interest in fish and aquatic plants gradually faded, and he immersed himself in fantasy day after day, making up two feet for himself and running happily on the green grass. He sighed how beautiful it would be if that moment really came!

One day, just as he was thinking about it, the beads suddenly shook violently, shaking him dizzily and rolling everywhere. He didn't know what was going on, he screamed in fright, but no one could come to his rescue when he broke his throat.

He looked out helplessly, only to fall into a deeper panic.

In the past, no matter what, when he opened and closed his eyes, he could see the river, and even if the river was muddy, it was also the place where he lived.

However, at this time, the turbid river did not know where to go, and the spirit bead was shrouded in a thick ink-like darkness, he rolled to the edge of the bead wall, and listened carefully with his ears on it, and could hear the outside world, and from time to time there was a strange sound of "grunting".

"This ...... What the hell is going on? Why can't I see anything? Am I still in the water? Where did the sound of the water go?"

He was so anxious that he wanted to cry, and how could the white smoke have tears in his eyes? He wanted to get out of the darkness to see where he was, but he couldn't.

The darkness never dissipated, and he remained helplessly in the beads, feeling hopeless. The tremor lasted for a while, then stopped, and the beads stopped fluttering, and when it was quiet, it remained motionless.

Despite this stalemate, he vaguely felt that he was being carried forward by some behemoth. Although the beads were not affected by the impact of the water waves, huge earthquakes occurred from time to time, and whenever they hit, the smoke of his smoke was about to disperse, and after a long time, he slowly got used to it.

In this way, I don't know how many days passed, and one day he suddenly found that the darkness seemed to be fading, and the color of thick ink began to gradually turn gray, and there was a golden-red light, through the milky bead wall, little by little.

He was ecstatic and shouted loudly, and the cry did not stop, but the red light turned in an instant, and with it was an unbearable heat, so that he felt that if he did not leave the beads, he would lose consciousness and die. But he didn't dare to go out, so he could only struggle.

Surprise and horror all happened in a second, he didn't want to die, for the green land in his dream, he just wanted to live well, so he tried his best, screaming and dodging left and right, in a vain attempt to dispel the heat.

I don't know if God took pity on him, or if the dodge worked, the heat gradually dissipated, and at the same time, the red light outside the bead also dimmed.

"The red light is going to heat me to death, but it's all gone, will the darkness come back? I just want to see the land, this is my only wish, why is it so difficult to achieve?"

He was so sad that he wept so loudly that he really squeezed out tears from the white smoke, but he heard a voice from far away, and asked curiously, "You are so strange about this bead, why do you shed tears?"